Isaiah 64
1 If only you would rip the heavens apart and come down! The mountains would tremble in your presence!
Oh soki okokaki kopasola likolo mpe kokita, bangomba ekoningana liboso na Yo!
2 In the same way that fire burns wood and makes the water boil, make your reputation known to your enemies, so that nations will tremble in your presence!
Ndenge moto etumbaka matiti mpe etokisaka mayi na nzungu, kita mpo na kosala ete banguna na Yo bayeba Kombo na Yo mpe bikolo eningana liboso na Yo!
3 In the past you did things we weren't anticipating. You came down and the mountains trembled in your presence!
Pamba te tango osalaki makambo ya somo oyo biso tozalaki kozela te, okitaki mpe bangomba eninganaki liboso na Yo.
4 Since the beginning, no one has heard about, no one has paid attention to, and no one has seen any God except you, the one who helps those who place their confidence in you.
Wuta na tango ya kala penza, moto moko te atikala kososola, litoyi moko te etikala koyoka, liso moko te etikala komona, ete nzambe moko, longola kaka Yo, asalaka boye mpo na bato oyo batalelaka ye.
5 You join with those who are glad, and with those who do what's right and remember to follow your ways. But when we went on sinning, you became angry. How can we be saved if we go on like this?
Osungaka bato oyo bazalaka na esengo ya kosala makambo ya sembo, ba-oyo babosanaka nzela na Yo te. Kasi osilikaki tango biso tosalaki masumu; bongo ndenge nini tokoki solo kobika?
6 We've all become unclean, and all the good things we do are like dirty rags. We wither and die like autumn leaves, and our sins, like the wind, blow us away.
Biso nyonso, tokomi lokola eloko ya mbindo, misala na biso nyonso ya bosembo ezali lokola elamba ya mbindo; biso nyonso tokawuki lokola likasa mpe masumu na biso ememi biso lokola mopepe!
7 There's no one who calls for you or really wants to hold onto you, because you have hidden your face from us and let us drown in our own sins.
Moko te azali kobelela Kombo na Yo to kolamusa makanisi mpo na kokangama na Yo, pamba te obombeli biso elongi na Yo mpe obebisi biso likolo ya masumu na biso.
8 But you, Lord, are our Father. We're the clay, you're the potter. You made us all with your own hands.
Nzokande oh Yawe, ozalaka Tata na biso; biso tozali lokola mabele oyo basalelaka bikeko, bongo Yo, ozali lokola mosali mbeki; biso nyonso tozali mosala ya maboko na Yo.
9 Please limit your anger, Lord, and don't remember our sins forever. Look at us, and see that we are all your people.
Oh Yawe, tika ete kanda na Yo eleka ndelo te; kokanisaka masumu na biso tango nyonso te! Tala biso ndenge tozali kobondela, pamba te biso nyonso tozali bato na Yo.
10 Your holy cities have been turned into a wilderness; Zion has become a desert; yes, even Jerusalem is an abandoned ruin.
Bingumba na Yo ya bule ekomi esobe; ezala Siona, yango mpe ekomi esobe; Yelusalemi etikali lisusu na bato te!
11 Our beautiful, holy Temple where our forefathers praised you has been burned down, and all that we treasured has been destroyed.
Tempelo na biso ya bule mpe ya lokumu epai wapi batata na biso bazalaki koyemba masanzoli mpo na lokumu na Yo, esili kozika na moto; mpe nyonso oyo tozalaki na yango ya motuya esili kobebisama!
12 In view of all this, are you still going to refuse to help us? Are you going to stay quiet and punish us so severely?
Oh Yawe, sima na makambo oyo nyonso, okozongisa kaka motema na Yo sima te? Okokanga kaka monoko mpe okopesa biso kaka etumbu oyo eleki ndelo?
